So hotshot,
you say you did it
all on your own
We’re certain your family
must be very proud of you
And all you had to work with
was a good brain, guts, heart,
a leaky roof, Cherrios three meals a day,
a quack for a doctor, that old dentist
who left your teeth mere shadows
of their former selves, a mom and dad
who never had enough money
or a whole lot of love,
and only one lousy stinkin’ teacher
who thought you might be worth a shit,
and yet, look at you now
Well, here’s a pin for that big balloon
you call a head
Didn’t you know that more than
half of life is pure luck, good or bad?
You didn’t earn all that
You just got lucky
No bragging rights there